TWMG Day Five: Dawn

The villagers had dragged Kolox from his house. Sinoel assured them he was a werewolf, Kolox assured them he was not. It did not matter much what he said the villagers were going to have him killed and that was final. They brought him to the gallows and hung a noose around his neck, he was then asked if he had any last words. “Last words… LAST WORDS!?” Kolox screamed, “It you who should be saying your last words, one day my brethren will return to this city and ki--” The undertaker took that as a confession and pulled the lever releasing the gallows. Kolox's neck broke and he died soon after. What villagers were left threw party, rejoicing the fact that the nightmare was finally over. All except one.

Deuce looked down over the cliff, down at the rocky waters below him. He sighed and said to himself in a hushed voice, “I guess it was all for nothing.” Mask in he hand, he started throw it over the cliff, but then stopped him self. He had kicked something by mistake, looking down he found a grimoire laying at his feet. Picking it up and opened it, he looked at the first page. Smiling he closed the text. He turned to his birthplace and bid it farewell with a tip of his hat and a bow. Setting off for a new city just as night fell.